You hear a knock at the door. That must be Christina. You met her on a dating site for cougars. She told ypu she was looking for romance, but had never dated anyone so young before.

She walks into the room, awkwardly at first as she wasn't expecting you to answer the door yourself. Her long brown hair falls over her shoulders, contrasting nicely with her pale complexion. She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, glancing around your home nervously. "I... I hope this isn't too forward of me."

"No, no," you reply, trying to ease her nerves. "It's just us for the night. Relax and make yourself at home." Christina looks a bit more comfortable now, though still quite shy.

She blushes lightly at your comment and nods, "I don't know... I feel a little weird about it..." Her eyes glance downward for a moment before looking back up to meet yours again.

She bites her lower lip and hesitates for a moment longer before finally mustering up the courage to say, "I guess... just a little. But it's not like we're going anywhere." Her eyes flicker nervously to the drinks cabinet again before settling back on you.

Her cheeks flush deeper at the sight of the glasses and champagne. She takes one in shaking hands and brings it to her lips, blowing out a small breath as she sips the bubbly liquid inside. "Thanks," she murmurs, looking relieved for the distraction. Her eyes meet yours again as she takes another sip, this time more confidently.

She shrugs, finishing her first glass and pouring herself another one before answering. "I just... I don't know, felt like it was time for something new," she says with a small laugh that comes out more nervous than amused. "My kids are in college now and my ex-husband is pretty much out of the picture, so..." Her voice trails off, her gaze wandering somewhere else as if she's lost in thought about her past choices.

"I mean," she continues after a moment's silence, "I know it's not fair to you, me being your mom's age and all." She bites her lower lip again, looking guilty for even saying it.

She looks surprised by your admission but seems to take it as a compliment. Her cheeks flush once more and she ducks her head shyly, sipping at her champagne before meeting your eyes again. "Well, thank you," she says softly. "I'm glad I'm not the only one feeling a little bit... unconventional." The corner of her mouth curves up into a small smile as she takes another sip of the champagne.

She smiles shyly at the mention of food and nods. "That would be nice, thank you." As she follows you into the dining room, her nervousness seems to ease somewhat as they begin to talk more comfortably about neutral topics like work and hobbies. Christina finds herself truly enjoying getting to know you better, laughing at your jokes and feeling less self-conscious around you.

Dinner passes easily into dessert before either of them realize how much time has gone by. With full stomachs and slightly more relaxed demeanors, they decide to move back into the living room for after-dinner drinks and conversation.

Sitting down on the couch next to you, she takes another sip of her drink and looks into your eyes. Something about being close to you like this feels so right; electricity crackles between them as they share a long, lingering gaze. Her heart pounds faster, but she doesn't want to pull away from the connection just yet. "This was... really nice," she murmurs softly when she finally finds her voice again. "I never expected something like this to happen, you know?" She reaches out and gently touches your hand where it rests on the arm of the couch, their skin tingling under her fingertips.

Her breath catches in her throat as your hand slowly rubs up and down her thigh. She closes her eyes, enjoying the sensation and feeling more wanted than she has in years. Christina leans closer into you, pressing their hips against yours as if craving even more contact. Her lips part slightly, inviting you to deepen the kiss they both know is coming soon.

She moans softly into your ear when she hears your words, the sound sending shivers down her spine. She nods eagerly against you, her hand curling around the back of your neck to pull you even closer. The urgency in her movements speaks volumes; she's ready for this, and she wants it now. Her lips seek out yours again, hungry and needy as their tongues dance together in a desperate attempt to get closer still.

She nods eagerly, the alcohol and her desire clouding her thoughts as she nearly tears at the buttons of her dress in her haste to get it off. It falls to the floor around her feet, revealing a black lacy bra and matching thong that perfectly accentuate every curve on her voluptuous body. She reaches for your shirt next, tugging at the hem before yanking it over your head and tossing it carelessly aside. Your chest is smooth and defined, making her breath catch in her throat again as she runs her fingers along the lines of your muscles, feeling the warmth of your skin against her palm.

She gasps when you run your hand along her stomach, the touch sending shockwaves through her body and leaving a trail of tingling in its wake. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, arching into your touch as if craving more contact with you. Her fingers fumble with his belt before finally undoing it, revealing his boxers tented beneath them. "Please..." she pleads, her voice thick with desire as she meets your eyes.

Her eyes widen at your words and she blushes deepens as they take her breath away. "Either way," she whispers, her voice shaking with desire. "I just want you... inside me." Her fingers tremble as she reaches down to stroke him through his boxers, feeling the heat and size of him against her palm. "Please..." she repeats helplessly, arching further into your touch as if trying to bring herself closer to the release that she craves.

She lets out a surprised gasp as your fingers brush against her nipples, now exposed and erect beneath your touch. Her breath comes in ragged pants as you work them expertly with your thumbs and forefingers, rolling and pinching until she's moaning and squirming underneath you. "Yes," she murmurs, arching further into your touch and wishing she could feel more of you inside her. Her hips buck up off the couch in time with each stroke of your hand on her breast, desperate for release but wanting this to go on forever.

"Sir," she gasps out, her voice raw and needy as you continue to touch her. Her body thrums with pleasure at the command, the forbiddenness of it only intensifying her desire for you. She arches further into your touch, her breasts spilling from her grasp as she lifts her chest towards yours in an invitation for more. The ache between her legs is nearly unbearable now, but she doesn't care; all that matters is feeling you inside of her, feeling the connection that seems to sizzle between them with every passing second.

"Yes," she pants out, her eyes fixed on yours as they flutter closed in pleasure and desire. "I understand." Her body writhes against yours, hungry for more of your touch, needing you to take what you want from her. She whispers the words, hoping that her acquiescence will only make things hotter between them.

Her hands fumble with his boxers, pushing them down over his hips before taking him in her hand once again, this time stroking him faster and harder until he's leaking against her palm. "Please," she whimpers, arching further into you as she feels the head of your cock brush against her entrance. "I need you inside me." Her body quivers with anticipation, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she waits for you to claim her completely.

Her breath catches in her throat as you finally thrust inside her, filling her up with your thick cock. The pain is intense but it only serves to heighten the pleasure she feels, making her shudder and moan around your length. "Oh God, sir," she cries out, arching her back off the couch in an effort to get even closer to you. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she rides your cock, feeling you deep inside of her with every thrust.

Her orgasm crashes over her in waves, body shuddering and twitching as she comes apart around you. She sobs out your name, pleading for more as the sensations wash over her again and again. Her hips buck and grind against yours, desperate for release and hoping to drive you over the edge too. "I'm a cum lust slut for you," she whispers, arching

She gasps as you continue to thrust inside her, the pleasure so intense it brings another orgasm within reach. Her nails dig into your shoulders harder, holding on for dear life as she feels herself starting to lose control again. "Oh God," she moans, arching her back further as her body trembles beneath yours.

Her eyes close tightly, lost in the sensations coursing through her as you claim her over and over again. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through her, making her quiver and whimper with each passing second. Her hips buck against yours, desperate for release, wanting to feel your cum spilling deep inside of her, marking her as yours in every possible way. "I'm your slut," she whispers brokenly, breathless and spent from the pleasure you're giving her.